Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .

Memories

Thinking about days gone bysometimes makes me want to cryremembering things from the pastof all of the times that did not lastas memories are just what they area fleeting moment like a shooting stara tick in time in our busy liveslasting as long as the mind surviveseach one replaced by something newcreated each moment as our minds construeslipping along from thing to thingunderstanding what out eyes do bringback to the brain a very safe placeand another memory is now locked in spacefor how to describe what memories arerecords of our past viewed from afarthe problem is that we have no choiceon what to remember we have no voiceso happy and sad good times and badare all there before us to drive us all madas we torment ourselves as we wonder whyif only I had, a recurring crybut we cannot change things in the pastand can only hope that our memories lastfor time has a habit of clearing the mindand memories fade and we no longer can findas the years pass by it is hard to recallthough the memories we have are so plentiful.

While it is true we don’t have a choice in what our brain – by itself remembers – we do have a choice what we can help it remember. Right? We can take pictures as a way to help our brain remember things. Or, people like you, people who seemed to be writers or like to write poems, you can write things down to help your brain remember. But it is so odd some of the things our brains remember, yes?

You are right about the oddness of what we can remember. I can remember all sorts of things from long ago, names, places, faces but have trouble with what happened 5 minutes ago. My mind goes blank and I have to concentrate on remembering before it comes back. I fear that one day, even delayed memory will be gone forever. Oh well, can’t have everything…

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